A/N: My "jealously" theme. Please excuse the absolute lameness of this piece. Some soldiers from the order are flirting with Kyrie. How will an angsty Nero respond? OH NOES! My OC has come back! And in chapter 3!? *dies*

"And what a nice voice you have, Kyrie. It pleasures the mind with it's intricacies."

"Oh, thanks." Kyrie blushed. Nero gave a snort of distaste at the soldier. At the Fortunian festivities, many of these well-bred fighting men would appear and court Kyrie. Her recent acceptance into the chapel choir only made her all the more attractive to the troops. He shouldn't have come. If it weren't for the girl, he wouldn't have. This was not the place for him.

Nero shuffled and continued to eye Kyrie as she delicately offered herself to some bread and butter that lay upon the table. The man she had talked with smiled at her.

"Wouldn't a poor man's dinner dissatisfy my young lady as an appetizer?" he said wily. Kyrie looked at him wild slight annoyance.

"Well, I enjoy it, Soleks,so, I suppose it wouldn't." The man chuckled uncomfortably and bid her farewell. Kyrie turned towards Nero and a smile crossed her face. Nero thumped his foot happily as Kyrie sat next to him by the fountain. They were all in the courtyard, chatting with one another and explaining various events that had occurred within the order. Nero moved closer to Kyrie, who again smiled at him. "Glad you came,Nero." she said. "I thought I was going to have to hang around Credo all day."

"Hm" Nero grunted. "Or maybe with those ridiculous Order members." Kyrie looked at him sternly.

"Nero. They protect Fortuna!"

"Yeah, whatever." the boy waved his hand. "They're all a bunch of jarheads." Kyrie stood and continued to give Nero a mean look.

"I'm leaving. I'm not going to listen to you gripe about the order." Nero gripped her wrist as she turned, and Kyrie gasped as she felt the devil arm upon her. Nero pulled away quickly.

"Kyrie," he said. "stay here for awhile."

"Nero," Kyrie explained gently. "I have to go greet the newest Order members. I am the general's sister."

"Hm." Nero looked away. "I'll be here." He watched the girl make her way to a large group of men, all of whom were dressed in armor except for Soleks. Nero felt another twinge of disgust towards the soldiers, but he continued to keep an eye on Kyrie, who was laughing with one of them. His heart stung as she began touching his armor in curiosity.

"Soleks!" Kyrie exclaimed with a blush. "I'd no idea that you'd gotten such intricate armor! Sanctus must be proud." Soleks beamed at th girl's compliment. Nero spit.

"I do appreciate a fine piece." Soleks boomed. Kyrie giggled continuously as her and the man exchanged words. Nero growled low in his throat, his claws curling with fury. He knew Soleks would only try to use Kyrie for himself; all of the Order was raised that way. Or at lest Nero thought so. He sipped some of his wine and watched his friend amusing the older man. It made his heart tear, and he winced suddenly as Soleks whispered into Kyrie's ear, making her giggle flirtatiously. Nero growled again, and stood, deciding to deal with Soleks up close. He walked over with an air of confidence that made the other Order members stare in awe.

"Kyrie," Nero said suddenly, making the girl turn around in surprise. Soleks too looked at the young man, not in the least amused at the sudden introduction. " Why don't you introduce me to some of your friends?" Kyrie blushed.

"Nero," she said sternly. "this is Soleks, one of the new Order members."

"Is this an acquaintance of yours, Kyrie?" Soleks asked, watching Nero with a gaze of intimidation. The boy chuckled.

"If you only knew." Soleks raised a brow. Kyrie glared at him, angered at his manners. Soleks smiled politely and then spoke.

"I suppose you're not with the Order then, by the looks of your apparel." he said with another grin. Nero made a fist.

"And I don't think you have room to talk, by the looks of yours."

"Nero!" Kyrie pressed her hand onto his chest to move him back from the soldier. "Stop!" she hissed. Nero looked at her softly before returning his gaze to Soleks, who was clearly unhappy with the boy's diction.

"I believe it is time for us to part, Kyrie. I've commands to tend to. And I assume you have found a good enough suitor in your friend here." he shot Nero a look before trudging off. Nero looked at Kyrie, who was continuing to glare at him.

"What?"

"Nero!" Kyrie said. "I can't believe you sometimes!" Nero rubbed his neck.

"I was just trying to get that loser off your back."

"Nero!"

"Kyrie, I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt or anything."

"Or you're jealous." Kyrie said slyly. Nero grunted.

"Sure thing." he said, moving closer to her. Kyrie sighed at him, deflated.

"Well..." she looked down. "I'm glad I have you then." she smiled and took a grip on his hand affectionately. Nero gazed at her quickly with a look of embarrassment before gently accepting it.

"You know, maybe I should fight them next time."

"Oh, Lord." Kyrie rolled her eyes. Nero gave her a grin.

"It'd be fun."he said. Kyrie bit her lip.

"Well, don't get too excited."